Retirement? Nope. (possible game spoilers later)

[wastelandwarrior]

I have no regrets about what happened. There is nothing to be gained from speculating or clinging to false hope. Jak is the hope of our world now, and I know he will succeed.

If it is possible to send me and there is need of my leadership somewhere out there, however, I will lend my aid. There is a certain satisfaction to heroism that I had almost forgotten, is there not?

Comments

and Here I am playing jak and daxter, small world

[theboywiththebook]

I think every game needs a hero now and then.

I love them :D but I wanted to try some Damoose

[wastelandwarrior]

Game?

Ah, you're referring to the term for these...other worlds with ongoing conflicts? I might need to participate soon.

I just got the HD collection so im reliving all the nostalgia

[theboywiththebook]

Yeah, I am. They can be pretty fun, but some of them can be dangerous.

[wastelandwarrior]

Danger is no reason to back away. It is reason for caution, but I will face danger again if I must.

How have you fared against it?

[theboywiththebook]

I know, it's the only way good can win.

But, I've been fine.

[He's made friends who's protected him and he's been learning how to keep himself safe too.]

[wastelandwarrior]

That's good to hear.

Stay safe. I'm sure there are people who want you with them.

[precursorintraining]

Well of course he is! Wait...what happened? What aren't you regretting?

[You should recognize this voice, Damas...even without fur.]

[wastelandwarrior]

That I died. How I'm still talking makes little sense to me, but life is sometimes mysterious.

[Damas takes the red-headed boy in. Teeth. Goggles. Voice. Wait a minute...]

Have we met?

[precursorintraining]

Well, that sucks.

Yes. No. Kind of.

[wastelandwarrior]

It's a question with a single answer.

...you really do sound like him. Are you sure you're not related to someone small, fuzzy, and orange?

[precursorintraining]

Not here. Here ya get the freaky alternate versions of people.

Like, the you I know knows me, but not like- [There's a flash of Eco and then, here's the Daxter you know.] -this. To him I'm just an apprentuce monk looking' ta volunteer looking for his son.

[wastelandwarrior]

[There goes the eyebrow.]

Daxter. So it is you. From another world?

...you're searching for Mar?

[precursorintraining]

[Well, this is how you know him best so it's fine.]

Pretty much. Gets a little confusing though.

But yeah, since I'm probably the only one in Spargus who knows where he ended up.

[wastelandwarrior]

I do not know if the answer in your world is the same as in mine, but I am curious.

[In reality he's pretty...desperate for a clue. In that menacing king trying to stare down Jak's buddy kind of way.]

[precursorintraining]

Ah... [And Dax really doesn't wanna be the one to tell him but...]

He's in the Dark Warrior Program in Haven back where I'm from.

[wastelandwarrior]

[Anger flashes across his face as he guesses at the implications. How dare they.]

Does he survive?

[precursorintraining]

[At least it's not directed at him. Daxter nods and fidgets.]

Yeah, an' you've already seen how he turns out my mun says.

[wastelandwarrior]

I have? Impossible. I've known no child Mar's age who has withstood something so terrible.

[He's not sure exactly what it is, but he has a guess. An infusion with darkness---dark eco? But the only case of that he knew of was---]

You know something crucial about this world, Daxter. What is it?

[precursorintraining]

Okay, okay. [Daxter fidgets a bit more.] So I guess the stories are different, but basically, Jak's Mar. And, if ya believe all the goober-eyed Precursor statues, he's the chosen hero.

In my story, ya lost him years before I met you though.

[wastelandwarrior]

[Damas knits his brow, somewhere in the midst of disbelief. He's tempted to reject it out of hand, but...he's fond of Jak. Jak fits Daxter's other statements about Mar. And if he calls Jak's face to mind...Jak has his son's green hair and bright eyes. and maybe there's something familiar about his face. But. One problem.]

That would be impossible. Time would have to be tampered with for my son to be a young child when I lost him and fully grown three years later. Unless you're saying that's possible.

[Stare. His monks always were finding out the strangest things.]

[precursorintraining]

Hold on, my mun's saying something.

[Because all that stuff Daxter doesn't know, but he doesn't dislike Damas and the guy is his best friend's dad. And he died, so he deserves to know right?]

Okay, okay. I think I got it. So, that Velgar guy- [You mean Vegar Dax] -took Jak, lost him, a bunch of crap went down with grown up Jak and the Metal Heads, and little Mar got sent into the past to grow up and then come back to do the stuff with the Metal Heads, but he got captured by the KG for the Dark Warrior Program for two years while the me you know was trying to find and rescue him.

[wastelandwarrior]

[...what. Damas is just going to clench a fist and try to pull all this together for a moment here. Does Daxter have a motive to lie? He thinks not---the story isn't exactly Damas's ideal outcome, and he guesses Daxter is a bad liar.]

And if you're telling the truth...he clearly doesn't remember me from then. But he is a fine warrior and a good man, strong enough to overcome the burdens he carries. Do I have you to thank?

[Underneath all the wisecracking, Damas understands that the two are the most loyal and inseparable of friends---at least in his universe. Time to start figuring that out.]

[precursorintraining]

[Is it anyone's ideal outcome?]

Nope, he didn't remember anything I guess.

Well, I'd kinda like to think so. I kinda had my own adjustments after my run through the program, but I went back for him ASAP and got him out.

[Daxter'd do anything for his only best friend. Any universe.]

[wastelandwarrior]

You as well?

[He looks horrified-then sympathetic-then furious.]

If it is possible for a dead man to die again, I will hunt Praxis down and kill him once more.

But I wouldn't expect anything else from you. You and Jak will do well. I only wish I could help you further.

[precursorintraining]

In my timeline yeah. Then I turned fuzzy and they literally tossed me in the garbage.

[But see, this is part of why Dax likes you Damas. You're a tough guy, but you look out for the people under you...even if they are a bit obnoxious.]

Well, we're working on that in my timeline, so maybe that'll do.

My mun says you did plenty and...okay yeah, I believe her when she says it. Don't judge.

Anyway, ya just might see Jak around here.

[wastelandwarrior]

No friend of my son is to ever be treated that way. I trust that Sig has the city in good hands.

[He looks like he might smile for a moment.]

If only. I wouldn't know where to begin.

[precursorintraining]

Sig? Yeah, he's doin' his thing undercover as Krew's heavy.

[Putting his hands on his hips he pouts a bit.]

Well, I'd say I know where ta find the one you know, but the mun for him says he's been quiet. So I guess you just start here.

Although. if ya got your mun to apply somewhere, a Jak might turn up.

[wastelandwarrior]

[Damas sighs. He really does want to talk to Jak---Mar, but he's waited this long. He can stand to wait longer.]

I see. I'll definitely consider it.

[After a pause, he spares a smile.]

Thank you, Daxter. You've been entirely helpful.